I’ve seen me build
up
Crumbles and dust
From the ashes of
her being
And graves of our
memoirs
I’ve been rebuilt
and restructured
With soil for
flesh
And a stone for a
heart
Agony as blood and
a head of stars
I’ve got a sense
of pain
With a loss of joy
A world too seen
to be fathomed
And an existence
too meek to give up on.
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